polo lane

about a mile from my house, in the middle of a neighborhood, is a long gravel driveway that extends beyond a gate.  it ends in a regulation sized polo field where, in the summer, people bring huge horse trailers and play actual polo on horses.  bizarro world.  beyond the polo field is the chattahoochee river.  you feel like you're in the middle of the country, but you're in the atlanta city limits.

the owner of the land - in the flood plain, so it's understandable that these acres haven't been built on - has a big sign up on the gate that reads something like, "this is private land, not a public park. walkers are welcome, as long as they keep their dogs under their control and respect the horses and wildlife."  i love this man, though i've never met him, because he is generous with his land and dozens of people come here to walk every day, me being one of them.

this is green spring grass in one of the fields.  even though this green screams SPRING, you can tell it's still winter...bare trees, long long shadows.  but the green draws me in...